Callum hit the floor and rolled to the side. Beside him Aaron and Lena both had the wind knocked out of them. If it hadn't been for his quick reactions they would all have been hit by the wave of fire Phae had sent hurtling towards them. He helped his companions to their feet.Floating high above them, the fragile wraith-like form of Phae cackled wickedly. The voice of Varrus echoed from her lips. "Like that did you boy? There's more where that came from you know!"Another wave of fire flew from Phae's outstretched hands. In days gone by Callum or Lena might have been able to raise a shield to protect them, but now with the last source of magic fading, they were helpless against the onslaught. It was as if she drew power directly from the source itself.They dived to the ground again as the second wave of fire threatened to engulf them. Aaron swore as he hit the ground hard. A large gash opened up on the side of his face. "Callum, what do we do?"He shook his head wearily. "I don
Varrus screamed. In the blink of an eye his whole world was turned upside down and he found himself floating within the star-god's prison. Skargyr's voice was a low rumble. "Great shall be the reward for your loyalty my servant."Varrus gulped. Something was different. The star-god seemed to have grown in power since they had last met.Varrus clutched the hilt of his sword to stop himself trembling. Adrenaline from his encounter with the boy and his friends still coursed through his veins. "What would you have me do next my Lord?"The star-god paused, as if to take a deep breath. The sound was as thunder rumbling in the heavens. Varrus clutched his sword even tighter. His fingers started to lose feeling."As the magic of the old world fades so I am able to extend myself further beyond the bounds of my prison. While I yet draw my energy from the sun, still there are those who would try to stop me."Kill the mages Varrus. Destroy their kind so none may thwart me."A cruel smile f
The passageway ran on for miles. For further that he could ever have imagined. Mile upon mile of scorched black rock marked his path and guided him on his way. The further he went, the hotter his path became as he neared the mountain's core.After a short while Varrus paused to catch his breath. He was breathing hard and his robes were drenched with sweat. He desperately searched his memory for the words to a spell of cooling. As he did so, an involuntary impulse ran through him and the words of a spell unknown to him appeared on the tip of his tongue.At once his body temperature cooled and his breathing slowed. Even now, in the depths of the world's greatest volcano, his master watched over him. He felt the pull of the star-god's magic stronger than ever. Despite his weariness, he was pulled deeper into the heart of the mountain."Not far to go now my servant."The pull of the star-god's magic became almost inexorable. Varrus wasn't even sure he still retained control of his le
"And so the light of the world goes out," Lena whispered. Beside her, Callum knelt weeping at the cliff edge. Standing a short distance behind her, Aaron was numb with shock."My sight," he murmured, "it's gone." Lena looked up to the heavens for some sign of hope but found none. Above them the thick black stain that covered the sun had grown to engulf the entire sun, casting their world in perpetual dusk. Not even she could find a glimmer of hope in this their darkest hour. She took Aaron by the hand and gave it a squeeze. She had to be strong now for all of them. Hers was the least burden to bear this dark day; the loss of her magic as nought compared to the loss of sight of he who was dearest to her, or the loss of a child, as Callum was now grieving. All their efforts it seemed, had come to nothing. And Varrus was gone. On the far side of the rapids, there wasn't so much as a trace of the dark mage who had vanished the moment his task was complete. Lena knew there was m
In his small office at the heart of the Wizards' Citadel, Elidor paced. Ever since Callum had left to rescue his daughter events on the 'Isle had gone from bad to worse. It had started not long after Callum first went away, when the residents of the 'Isle himself included had noticed a distinct change in the world of magic. Casting had become difficult, and required an extraordinary amount of extra focus just to produce the simplest of spells. Many of the less experienced magic users had lost the ability to cast completely. That was when the panic began.It started slowly at first, with just a few of the more senior mages coming to him and asking for his advice. They came one, or perhaps two at a time to his office, knocking politely and waiting for the previous occupants to finish their discussion before being ushered in by an aid to have him do his "uncertainty" speech all over again. It had been fine at first, but as rumour spread of the death of magic, or in some cases, the
Kiera watched as the young trooper stumbled his way to the door. She had been watching him for a while now and had already marked the group of sniggering fools who had spiked his drink. He was going to have a mighty headache come the morn that was for sure. She didn't envy anyone the task of reporting to the barracks the next day with a hangover like that. That was when the real initiation began.Kiera rubbed her hands together to try and get some warmth into her fingers. It sure was getting colder outside and to think it was Midsummer's day! Something was wrong, she knew that much. And it wasn't just the weather that was giving her cause for concern. For weeks now, she had been feeling "hollow" empty almost though at first she just put it down to home-sickness. It sure had been a long time since she had last been home, since she had last seen Callum and Phae.She was just about to rise and check on the sick trooper when some commotion from the central table set her senses on edge
Callum woke with a jolt. Someone was tapping him on the arm. He groaned as he turned to see Lena sitting beside him, looking at him, a concerned look etched upon her face."You're doing it again," she said softly. "You told me to wake you the next time you did."Callum looked down at his hands. Sparks arced between his fingers. He didn't even need to click his fingers anymore it was almost as if the sparks had a will of their own. He frowned. If only he could work out what was causing themJust then the cart hit a bump in the road and the two companions were jolted in their seat. From the back of the cart a familiar voice let out a loud curse. "Callum what did I tell you about your driving?!""Are you alright back there mister sleepy head?"Aaron felt his way cautiously towards the front. "I'll have you know Callum I thoroughly deserved the nap I was taking, and certainly didn't deserve to be woken so rudely by yourself!""Well it wasn't me this time," Callum retorted. "And to
Elidor arrived at the Citadel to find the interior almost as cold as it was outside. Without the luxury of magically-imbued heating elements the wizards staffing the building had built up small fires in many of the main communal areas of the complex, but his own chamber was clearly not one of them. He was pleased then to find a steaming cup of tea waiting for him on his desk. He was almost about to ask the young messenger to show their guest in, but then spotted her sitting comfortably behind his desk. Elidor didn't need foresight to know the face hidden under the cowl. He could recognise Freya anywhere.The Lintari stood as he entered, and vacated his seat. As she did, she allowed her hood to fall away to reveal a face that set the Seer's heart racing even now, over two decades since they had last met. She hadn't aged a day.She was stunning there could be no doubt. Yet despite her beauty, and despite her almost unrivalled talents, even for a member of the Lintari, her blue eye